Martyr | Yoonmin [1] (unedited)

chapter 18

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Jimin couldn't help but feel self-conscious as they sat down and watched a movie. Jin had chosen the movie, letting Jimin know that it was one of his favorites when Jimin noticed a pair of eyes glued to him. He was almost starting to regret his decision. Maybe he looked different or strange and that was why Yoongi was staring at him. Jin chose to the Barcalounger, declaring his claim before walking into the kitchen, and forcing Jimin and Yoongi to sit together on the loveseat.

Jin brought the snacks over and handed a bowl of popcorn to Jimin and started the movie. Jimin placed the bowl between them and Yoongi forced a grin. He looked almost uncomfortable sitting on the tiny couch with him.

After a while, Jimin's eyes became heavy and the movie was quite boring for him. He glanced over to Jin, who had his utmost attention to the television screen. Yoongi was popping one popcorn in his mouth one at a time, his attention also focused on the movie. He debated getting up and going to his room, but he was enjoying their company.

He promised himself he'd hate them this afternoon. He felt like he was a prisoner in their tiny apartment, locked away from the world, but now he felt differently.

Jin provided him food and shelter and Yoongi was there for his every need. He tried to push them away from him the best he could and yet they still wanted him around. For the hundredth time and not for the last time, he wondered what made him special. He knows his powers made him special to Felix and but what about them?

In the corner of his eyes, Jimin could see Yoongi look at him as he scooped up another handful. He then felt a nudge on his elbow. "It's almost gone, did you want some?" Yoongi asked Jimin.

Jin held out his bowl of popcorn. "Here, Jiminie you can have mine."

Jimin took the bowl and looked down at the strange food. It seemed to taste good, Yoongi couldn't get enough of it so he picked one and popped it in his mouth. Soon enough, he was halfway through the bowl before his mouth felt dry and salty. He wanted to hand the bowl back to Jin, but the eldest was too focused on the movie.

"Did you want the rest?" Jimin asked Yoongi who said nothing but shake his head.

Jimin placed the bowl by his feet and tried to focus on the movie. Another ten minutes passed by, an action scene of two men shooting each other with guns couldn't pique Jimin's interest. It was loud and just plain dull. His eyes were becoming heavier.

Suddenly, he felt someone gently shake him. "Jimin," Someone whispered.

Jimin hadn't realized he fell asleep, his head resting on Yoongi's shoulder. He shot up, straightening up in his seat. He looked up at Yoongi who was staring back. "I'm sorry."

Yoongi chewed on his lower lip. Jimin looked over his shoulder and saw that Jin somehow fell asleep too, he was snuggled into a blanket on the Barcalounger. Yoongi stood up from the couch and held out his hand. "Let's go to bed."

Jimin swallowed hard before taking his hand. They walked into their room and turned on the lamp, and started setting the bed. Jimin stood at the end of the bed, awkwardly waiting for Yoongi to finish. Yoongi fluffed the pillow and patted down the blanket. "There," He nodded.

"Is that your side?" Jimin questioned.

Yoongi's cheeks flushed bright red and began to stutter. "No, this your side."